About Me

Let me start by saying I am NOT and will never claim to be an expert on anything. However, I do know a little about a lot of things...like being a daughter, a nurse, a referee, a teacher, a coach, a therapist, a cook, a housekeeper, a judge, a jury, a landscaper, a student, a wife, and most importantly...a mother.
Now for some things I know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about...bear hunting, skydiving, Naples, history, symbolism, engines, HTML, which came first...the chicken or the egg, etc....
Now, some things I am trying to learn a lot about...spirituality, darwinism, all faiths, history, meditation, nursing, maybe med school, and which came first the chicken or the egg.
I'm a SAHM who is never at home. My life is busy and crazy and I wouldn't change a minute of it!

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Thursday, May 31, 2012

I struggle with whether or not I should blog about my mom. As I said in an earlier post, we’ve been estranged for around 10 months.

Is that enough said?

Do I owe it to her to keep my mouth shut, publicly, about what being her daughter has been like?

Do I owe it to myself to purge what being her daughter has been like? Purge this shit out of my head, out of my heart, and hopefully rid this heavy weight I carry on my shoulders in regard to my mother.

I have so many mixed feelings.

She did the best she could, or knew how to do…as all of us mothers do…however, her faults, many times, were at my expense. Not on me physically, no. My mother did not give me physical scars. She gave me emotional ones. Psychological ones. One is not worse than the other, but, these psychological/emotional scars have formed smoothed, raised callouses in my psyche, that have sometimes impeded the way of me becoming…well, me.

Or did they cause me to become me?

That’s what Jake says. He says I should be grateful that she made me who I am. I do love me some me, but…surely there was a kinder way to nurture me, for me to still be me. No? I don’t know.

I just know that I have a lot to talk about in regard to my mother, and I can’t talk to her about it. She won’t listen to me. She says this is all my fault that I’m too sensitive.

Um…do you guys know me? Is sensitive a word you’d use to describe me?

Yeah…me either.

What is your opinion on the matter?

To blog, respectfully, about my mother…or not to blog…that is the question!

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Good news: I’m vowing to blog again. And yes, at this point in my absenteeism, I realize I’m likely talking to myself. That’s kind of the point anyway.

Which leads me to the…

Bad news: The next several posts will be devoid of funny.

You see, over the past two years, I’ve spiraled back into the chasm of depression. How I made it through nursing school during this psychological shit storm, I have no idea. I just know that now that the dust has settled (yes, this bitch has graduated and there is only one test in my way of the letters R and N behind my name), I look around and hardly recognize myself.

I take that back.

I do recognize myself. And I don’t love who I see. I am the me of seven years ago, the first time I found myself in this now familiar chasm. It fucking sucks. I look the same…about twenty pounds (I’m lying…actually more) overweight, full of self loathing, arguing with my husband because I’m so fucking unhappy with myself. My mind reeling from being pulled and stretched farther than I imagined possible during school, now ten months estranged from my mother (for very good reasons…this is actually a plus, yet it still hurts like hell), with the same seven year ago sadness in my eyes and downturn of my lips.

Are YOU now in the chasm with me…did I depress the shit out of you?

No? Good.

I did have to succeed and start taking the happy pills again. In fact, I’m on two. A “happy pill,” and because that wasn’t enough, a “happier pill.” They’ve begun to help, but, I still have some bullshit in my brain that I need to wade through.

This is where you come in, r/t (that’s nursey nurse for ‘related to’") this little ole blog and the back gettingness of this groove of mine…

I do plan to use the next several posts as a sort of therapy, and get some of this shit out of my head and into my blog. I plan to document this go ‘round of “the crazy” so that when I’m faced with future episodes of “the crazy,” this blog will be sort of a beacon in the darkness of this chasm that I sometimes find myself in.

So, hang with me, or not, just know that one day soon, I will have my groove back and by God, there will be funny again!!